Hot and Bothered

There are days when I wake up thinking I still live in Toronto.
Just yesterday, for example, the radio woke me at 6:30 AM, as always.
"Today's temperature" said the announcer "will reach a high of around
twenty."

Cold I thought, still in a daze, but nothing unusual for
Toronto in mid-February.

It was only with the announcer's subsequent words
that I remembered where I now live.

"Expect longer than usual traffic
delays," she said, "as police have set up road blocks on all the major
routes following warnings that Hamas plans to carry out another suicide
bombing."

Aaaahh yes, Israel. I live in Israel now. Have done so for the past year
and a half. And it's not minus twenty outside, it's plus twenty.